The Good Ship Nostalgia is once again nearing port, and in its cargo bay is none other than our PS2-era friend, Final Fantasy X. The existence of an "HD remake" was reported last September - it was originally meant to commemorate FFX's 10th birthday, back in 2011 - and there had been some hope
among those who aren't complete nihilists like myself that the game would receive a proper remake, similar to FFIII and IV on the DS. Instead, as revealed during a Q&A at the Taipei Game Show, Square Enix's Shinji Hashimoto stated that FFX will be an HD "remaster" title for the PS3 and Vita, complete with shiny new pixels, and a (presumably) less shiny, yet suitably new price tag. While this may be a disappointment among those hoping for a true remake - and for those like me, a juicy little morsel, bolstering Sony's removal of backwards compatibility in later incarnations of the PS3 as evidence of conspiracy - I'm not terribly averse to the idea of purchasing an HD version of FFX. Aside from being quite a lengthy jaunt through Spira, it does hold a special place in my heart as the last Final Fantasy title of my youth.
A trip through the wayback machine awaits after the jump!
As I peer back into the swirling fog that is my memory, FFX was a rather odd, but ultimately enjoyable title - yet my initial impressions were less than kind:
Tidus seemed to possess the mental faculties of some kind of lobotomized skater boy - or "sk8r," as no one calls them anymore. Wakka had all the gravitas of a rejected cast member from "Cool Runnings." Yuna was like a Quaalude with legs, with a voice timid enough to make "Georgette" from the Mary Tyler Moore show seem like a screaming lunatic. Going above and beyond Square's "one annoying, pubescent girl per game" policy, Rikku had the distinction of being the only Final Fantasy character that made Yuffie seem low-key. While Lulu gets a bit of a pass, mainly on account of her all-encompassing gothness, not that I'm completely biased
god I love black and eyeliner, she exists mainly in my memory of having a stuffed Moogle, as well as everyone's favorite, breasts large enough to have their own gravitational pull. I'll spare you the rest.
Yet as the story went on, I quickly found myself powerless against FFX's charms, and the characters that had been an immediate object of ridicule became dear to my heart - and as the somber melody of "To Zanarkand" played, as the party sat before the ruins of the once-great city, I couldn't help but feel the faintest fluttering of this phenomenon called "emotion."
So what do you think, gamers? Does the prospect of a FFX remaster bring delight to your little boy/girl heart, or is this just another ruse by which the fangs of Capital suck the lifeblood from the working class? Sound off in the comments section below!